Humour

When it comes to fashion, it seems as if there are opinions regarding the supposed – and often elusive – rules of menswear derived from a multitude of sources who report on the exotic phenomenon as if a game warden looking to track and capture a Haute couture yeti. With recent published reports in the Wall Street Journal and a rebuttal from the ornery crew at Four-Pins, the rule book continues to be a hot-button (only one button should be unbuttoned on an Oxford) issue. The reason? A definitive style guideline doesn’t exist because there’s no human being – real of fictional – with enough moxie or bravado to dictate how one should live his/her life? Or is there? Ladies and gentleman, I give you Tyler Durden.

I was in a mixed class of kids from grades two and three, and whenever a concept was grade-three-only the teacher would assign the grade two students some questions and tell them to sit in a corner and ignore her lesson. I got in some trouble back then for persisting in listening to her lessons instead of doing my work, but hey, I sure was good at multiplying by the time I hit later grades. Okay, so that story had almost nothing to do with cunnilingus, but it’s relevant.